The Iron Cage
The Iron Cage
An endless, restless trail of death
is paved by iron cages, bloodshed, progress.
We push into a vision,
Blind to the oppression
As the iron cages roll forward,
In step with needless destruction.
But we are saddled by the iron cages,
Even though we think they serve our needs
It is us, who are chained to these
Raging and crushing iron steeds
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